Inter him by yon ivy tow'r,
And raise the note of deepest dole!
Ne'er should a friend in deathful hour,
Forget the chief of gen'rous soul:
And o'er the grave erect a stone,
His worth and lineage high to tell:
And, by the faithful cross be shown
That in the faith of Christ he fell!
Hail! valiant chiefs of Hatfield Wood!
Ne'er may your blooming honours cease!